You and I, we weren't
supposed to be compatible.
The horoscopes even said so.
Our lines, they overlap creating mystery.
You wonder if I know what you did.
I wonder if you know what I am doing.
Back and forth on this tightrope of trickery.
"I have too much baggage."
"Well, I could go on a trip around the world twice."
The stars must have aligned in our favor that night.
In that glittering glimpse of hope,
when your lips collided with mine,
we sparked a match that set the city ablaze.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
You and I, we weren't
supposed to be compatible.
The horoscopes even said so.
Our lines, they overlap creating mystery.
You wonder if I know what you did.
I wonder if you know what I am doing.
Back and forth on this tightrope of trickery.
"I have too much baggage."
"Well, I could go on a trip around the world twice."
The stars must have aligned in our favor that night.
In that glittering glimpse of hope,
when your lips collided with mine,
we sparked a match that set the city ablaze.
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